1 Christ, the Life of all the living,
Christ, the Death of death our foe,
Who Thyself for us once giving
To the darkest depths of woe,
Patiently didst yield Thy breath
But to save my soul from death;
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Blessed Jesus, brought to Thee.
2 Thou, ah Thou hast taken on Thee
Bitter strokes, a cruel rod,
Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee,
0 Thou sinless Son of God;
Only thus for me to win
Rescue from the bonds of sin;
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Blessed Jesus, brought to Thee.
3 Thou didst bear the smiting only
That it might not fall on me;
Stoodest falsely charged and lonely,
That I might be safe and free;
Comfortless, that I might know
Comfort from Thy boundless woe.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Blessed Jesus, brought to Thee.
4 That Thou wast so meek and stainless
Doth atone for my proud mood;
And Thy death makes dying painless,
All Thy ills have wrought our good;
Yea, the shame Thou didst endure
Is my honor and my cure:
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Blessed Jesus, brought to Thee.
5 There for all that wrought our pardon,
For Thy sorrows deep and sore,
For Thine anguish in the garden,
I will thank Thee evermore;
Thank Thee with my latest breath
For Thy sad and cruel death,
For that last most bitter cry,
And shall praise Thee, Lord, on high.
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First Line: | Christ, the Life of all the living |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Topic: | The Church Year: Passion |
Notes: | Author from Index: Homburg— E. Crononwett; Hymn from the German Text: Jesus, meines Leben's Leben |